3rd Pov
The entire group is resting on the ground. Viper woke up and he sees Price and Gaz are still awake. He stood up and walk to them. He looks over Price's shoulder and there is an old map of Pripyat, Ukraine, as well as photos of the Chernobyl disaster. The photos show that the facility was still accessed for its nuclear material. Imran Zakhaev is shown to be the leader of the Ultranationalist rebels.
Price: I was just a "Leftenant" back then...doing some wetwork. Chernobyl. Christmas for the bad guys. Even a decade later, a lot of them still used it to get their hands on nuclear material. A lot of 'em...including one, Imran Zakheav. Of course, we couldn't just let that happen. Cash for spent fuel rods? That's one hell of a recipe for destruction. It was the first time our government had authorized an assassination order since the Second World War... I was under the command of Captain MacMillan...
Viper: Captain MacMillan?
They turn around to see Viper is still awake.
Price: Yes.
He walks toward Captain Price and rests his hand on some boxes.
Viper: You haven't told me much about him.
Gaz: Viper, You-
Price: It's fine, I'll tell him. It'll be a long story so get comfortable.
He nods and sits in the chair near across.
15 Years Ago
Captain MacMillan is proning in the grass and "Leftenant" Price is crouching next to him. Both men are wearing ghillie suits. Price takes out his M21 Suppressed.
Cpt. MacMillan: Too much radiation. We'll have to go around.
MacMillan comes out of the grass.
Cpt. MacMillan: Follow me, and keep low. Careful... there's pockets of radiation all over this area. If you absorb too much, you're a dead man.
They move up to a shack.
Cpt. MacMillan: Standby.
There are two guards ahead of them.
Cpt. MacMillan: Contact. Enemy patrol dead ahead. Stay low and move slowly, we'll be impossible to spot in our ghillie suits.
They slowly move through the grass. A conversation between the two guards can be heard.
Guard: Эй! Сергей! Зачем мы бродим по этому району? (Hey! Sergey! Why do we roam this area?)
Sergei: Мы не бродим, мы патрулируем здесь, идиот. (We don't roam, we patrol here, idiot)
Guard: Зачем патрулировать? Здесь никого нет на 120 километров. Пустынная местность! (Why are we on patrol? There's nobody around for 120 kilometers. It's a desert terrain!)
Cpt. MacMillan: Take one out when the other's not looking.
Price shoots one of the guards.
Cpt. MacMillan: He's down.
MacMillan takes out the other.
Cpt. MacMillan: Good night. Move.
They move up to another shack by a house.
Cpt. MacMillan: Hold up. There's more cover if we go around.
They go around the shack. MacMillan sees four Ultranationalists playing some sort of card game inside the house, and a dog sleeping on a couch.
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FanfictionI'm just doing this for fun. This might (MIGHT) be the first COD fanfic I've read. I don't own any images in this story and I hope you enjoy it. COD MW belongs to Infinity Ward You own You.
